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Drear fever of morning,
Like body did not complete
All the night's procecees.
Supper eggs uncracked,
Take their round place in my guts.

The dream flies to the eyelid
And perches there like a dirt speck,
Or a place I've never been.

Wichta, Kansas.
Wichita...Arkansaw?

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from Little Missionaries, released June 1, 2017

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The Cradle Brooklyn, New York

i'm paco. the cradle is my music. currently live in brooklyn ny.

for booking/whatever: pkcathcart@yahoo.com or
646 220 3328

i also engineer for other people/bands. hit me up for that analog natural jank.
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